The job change is a bizarre and calamity; the nation begs me to tone it down.

The person in front of me was dressed in a way that exuded a cold indifference that kept people at arm's length.

For Su Qiong, this person stood there quietly, yet he brought her a sense of familiarity that reached the very depths of her soul.

That feeling was extremely real.

It came entirely from her intuition, honed through countless life-or-death battles.

She looked at the figure enveloped in black light.

The delicate face that had just been captured in the flashback image kept resurfacing in my mind.

Gu Xu's face and the weathered figure in front of her drew closer in her vision.

They eventually overlapped perfectly.

Even if the other party appears to have weathered countless years.

Even though that oppressive aura was completely different from the boy in my memory.

She remained convinced of that answer.

"Gu...Xu?"

Su Qiong slightly opened her mouth.

In this space of consciousness devoid of air, she mustered all her strength to utter an extremely faint call.

Upon hearing the name, the figure shrouded in black robes paused for a moment.

The black mist swirling around him began to fluctuate irregularly.

He did hear it.

He did not turn his head or give any verbal response.

Even the range of motion of the body did not change much.

She simply tucked her hands deep into her wide sleeves.

Silently gazing at the endless void ahead.

After a while.

He took a step forward.

Heading in the opposite direction of the light source, I steadily walked into that deep, cold darkness.

"Wait! Don't go!"

Su Qiong became anxious.

She instinctively felt that if she let this person out of her sight, she would miss an extremely important truth.

She lowered the arm that was blocking her eyes.

He stumbled and ran forward.

The illusory legs frantically alternated, trying to grasp the hem of the black garment swaying in the wind.

The distance between the two sides could never be narrowed.

No matter how fast Su Qiong ran, no matter how much she overexerted her weakened consciousness.

The young man in the black robe walked slowly, yet he always managed to leave her far behind.

The surrounding void began to recede rapidly, stretching into blurry gray bands of light.

Su Qiong was panting heavily.

She watched the figure recede into the distance.

Until the figure completely disappeared into the darkness, leaving no trace of its outline.

Su Qiong stopped in her tracks.

She stood there all alone.

A profound sense of loss overwhelmed her.

Just when she was at a loss, not knowing where to go.

"Thump!"

A deep, powerful sound suddenly exploded in the enclosed space.

Followed by.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The sound grew louder and louder, and the frequency of the pulsations became more and more intense.

It was like the beating of war drums in my ears.

Su Qiong lowered her head and looked at her chest.

That was the sound of her own heartbeat.

Strong, abundant, and full of the vigorous vitality belonging to the living.

The thumping sound was like a giant hammer.

One blow after another, shattering the invisible barrier of this space of consciousness.

Under this powerful impact, her soul was enveloped by an irresistible force, and she lost consciousness once again.

……

The real world.

Inside the intensive care unit.

The young man in black robes slowly withdrew his finger, which had been hovering above Su Qiong's brow.

The black light that had been wrapped around his arm completely dissipated.

The miniature river of time suspended in mid-air also began to collapse rapidly, turning into specks of black particles that merged into the surrounding frozen air.

At this moment, Su Qiong lay quietly on the emergency table.

Her complexion was rosy, and her breathing was steady and regular.

The terrifying and deadly penetrating wounds on his body didn't even leave a faint red mark.

The young man stood by the bed, quietly watching Su Qiong, who was fast asleep.

A faint smile finally appeared on the face hidden in the shadow of the hood.

The smile conveyed a sense of relief, a relief at making up for regrets after a long period of time.

He straightened up.

He put his hands back into his black robe.

He did not touch any of the medical equipment in the ward.

He slowly shifted his gaze, lingering on Zhang Xinxin's face for two seconds before glancing at the old pastor beside him who had his hands raised.

His eyes were filled with deep longing.

Much later.

He looked back.

Turn around.

The hem of the wide black robe traced a gentle arc in the quiet air.

He walked silently, step by step, toward the open metal door of the ward.

The moment his body stepped out of the doorway, completely merging into the void outside the corridor.

The rules of the entire world are starting to run again...

Click.

The time laws that had been forcibly stripped away instantly filled this area.

Zhang Xinxin, holding the white cloth with both hands, suddenly lifted it upwards due to the previous momentum.

The tear that had been lingering in the corner of her eye lost its support and fell precisely onto the sterile bed sheet.

A small patch of dark water spread out.

The old pastor continued to shake his head smoothly.

That sigh, filled with helplessness and despair, was then uttered.

The clear medicine on the IV stand fell steadily into the infusion tube below.

The harsh sound of stretcher wheels scraping against the floor in the corridor, the hurried and chaotic footsteps outside the door, and the sound of wind and rain pounding against the glass outside the window.

At the same time, they all poured into this special care ward without reservation.

The noise and commotion instantly filled the space.

Just as this atmosphere of grief was still spreading.

"drop--"

The vital signs monitor, which had been emitting a piercing long beep and displayed as a horizontal straight line, was originally a vital signs monitor.

It emitted a short, extremely crisp and powerful electronic alert tone.

On the display screen.

The green line of death suddenly sprang upwards, drawing a standard electrocardiogram peak.

"Beep! Beep! Beep!"

A very regular throbbing sound rang out continuously in the ward.

The various life data on the screen began to flip and jump wildly.

The blood pressure reading jumped from zero to the normal range within two seconds.

Blood oxygen saturation was directly pushed to the maximum value.

These are a few crisp electronic sounds.

This froze everyone in the ward in their tracks.

Zhang Xinxin was still holding the white cloth in both hands.

She turned her head blankly, her eyes fixed on the pulsating monitor.

The brain lost all ability to think in an instant.

The auxiliary medical officer next to him trembled, and the hemostat he was holding between his fingers fell onto the metal tray with a snap.

The old pastor's eyes widened, and his wrinkled lips trembled violently.

The heartbeat has returned.

Zhang Xinxin dropped the cloth in her hand and suddenly collapsed beside the emergency table.

She extended her trembling fingers and placed them on Su Qiong's carotid artery.

The strong, powerful pulse throbbing through her fingertips burned her so much that tears welled up in her eyes.

She saw Su Qiong's bloodshot face.

I heard that very rhythmic breathing sound.

What made her brain freeze was that all the deep, bone-revealing lacerations on Su Qiong's body had disappeared without a trace.

Even the abyssal corpse poison that requires the intervention of a demigod to eradicate could not be found to leave a trace.